Some outdoor frolics

You follow the truck out of town, keeping a few hundred yards back. About two miles out of town, it turns onto a rural road that winds between pastoral fields and pretty clumps of woodland. It turns again, this time down a narrow lane that is barely wide enough for two vehicles. You stop for a moment, letting the truck get out of sight, as you consider whether you should continue to follow.

Making up your mind you turn down the lane following into dense clump of woodland. Tree branches arch over the lane, putting you in shadow as you drive slowly. About three hundred yards in you see the truck as you pass a narrow, overgrown path. It appears to be parked in a clearing, but you don't stop, driving further before turning the car around and heading back. You pass the path again, seeing the truck, then park on the side of the lane and walk back.

From the mouth of the path it appears that your first impression that the truck was in a clearing is correct. It's standing in sunshine, unlike the dappled shadows that provide you with cover as you slowly approach. You can see no sign of the occupants, and you move carefully, feeling a need for silence.

As you reach the edge of the clearing you realise that you silence was unnecessary. The sounds of fevered masculine grunting, and excited feminine moans fill the air, making you smile as you move to get a view of whatever is going on.

"Yes! Yes! Stick it in me! Oh Fuck Yes! Oh Fuck I'm coming! Coming! Holy Shit! Holy Fucking Shit!" a girl's voice squeals happily, almost drowning the deep and guttural grunting of a rutting man. You move enough to see them. He's lying on his back on a blanket, the girl riding him frantically, her skirt and jacket cast aside and her shirt open to show a delicious pair of tits.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck So Close! Again! Fuck Yes! Again! Again! Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" she howls as she shudders, throwing her head back, her dark hair flailing as she moans in ecstasy.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck Yeah!" the man growls as he grabs her ass and drives himself upwards as the two of them writhe and buck. She's twerking her ass as they fuck and you can see his thick shaft pumping into her dewy cunt like a mighty meat piston. She claws at his chest as she wails with ecstasy, her body quivering with repeated orgasms.

They're in a frenzy, their bodies writhing and bucking as they strive towards a mutual climax, both of them making animalistic sounds of feral lust. With final fierce howls they finish, and the girl slumps down on him, gasping and giggling as she nuzzles his neck. You step back deeper into the shadow of the trees, continuing to watch.

"Oh fuck that was good! I love your cock," she purrs as she wriggles atop him.

"Sure was," he replies. "It's cold down here babe. Let me up."

"Mmmm, of course babe." She rolls off him and stands, mopping her pussy with one hand, then bending to pick up her discarded panties. "That was so good," she giggles as she pulls them on, then starting to button her shirt.

As he stands up you see the man more clearly. He's in his early twenties, lean but well built, and he pulls on some jeans as he grins at the girl. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Mmmmm, you know it babe," she chuckles, kissing him. "I can't go long without your cock. I start getting withdrawal symptoms if you don't fuck me regularly."

"Horny bitch," he laughs.

"I'm your horny bitch," she replies, kissing him again. "Your horny rich bitch."

"And you like slumming don't you? Love having some blue collar cock up your snatch."

"You know it. As much as you love fucking a rich bitch."

He laughs and hugs her, kissing her hungrily, before slapping her on the ass. "Tomorrow, sweetheart. Come horny."

"Always babe," she laughs as she finishes dressing, a contented grin on her face. You remain still, not wanting them to see you and believing that any movement will betray what cover the deep shadows provide. You see the words 'Acosta Contracting' on the side of the truck and note the heavy toolbox secured in the back.

Once dressed, the two of the get in the truck, which starts with a deep rumbling noise. It turns and heads back down the narrow path, leaves and branches brushing against it as it moves. You wait until the sound of the engine is out of earshot before heading back to your car, wondering just who the horny young student was.